In all honesty, it only takes one fish to make your day. We have all used the line – “it’s not about catching fish, but more about the experience.” And while I guess there is a small amount of truth to that, no one wants to hike all day and get skunked.
Jake and I had fished a popular stream on the Rim after a killer hike/fish the day before. Our expectations were not high, but they sunk to new lows when we ran across 5 other fisherman working the same creek. Jake had caught one fish and I was looking at a big old zero. I was pretty sure that was all she wrote. With a couple of other fishermen having worked the water, we started to head back towards the truck.
We were going to pass a good pool and I decided to stop and throw a couple of casts, just to see if I could move anything. A solitary rise had me tying on a hopper as quick as I could. Cast to the middle of the pool and I see a hulking shadow cruising towards my bushy fly. It was one of those slow gulps, like you see on a movie, and when I lifted the rod, the tip pulsed as the big brown ran for the reeds.
It only takes one fish.